Is This Even Possible?

Ignition

Chapter Four is here.

I don't really have anything to say so...

Onto the next chapter.

Chapter Four

Ignition

July 18th, 2013 - Lawrence, Kansas - 9:25 PM

Dean leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the tiny tan house in front of him. 124 Clearwater Avenue. That's where he was right now. Jim was in the seat next to him, keeping a look out for bystanders. Jim didn't know what was going to happen. But Dean did so he wasn't that worried about the people nearby. He was worried about the people in the house that had a six month child inside that was potentially dangerous to themselves and their families and the world.

Dean's eyes flickered from one side of the house to the next, keeping his eyes on the rooms upstairs. It could only be a matter of minutes before something could potentially happen to hurt the family.

And then, it happened. He saw a flash of movement in the house that he knew wasn't the parents. He bolted out of the car with movements so quick even Jim was stunned. Jim quickly followed though.

As they were running to the house, Jim shouted.

"Dean!"

"What?!" Dean shouted without a care, he needed to get in there and get in there fast.

"What do I do?"

"Tell them that they're in danger! Get them out of the house!" And with that, Dean had busted down the door and was stomping up the stairs and into the child's room.

It was exactly as he would have thought it to be. The baby was laying down in the crib, wailing at the top of it's lungs. A man, who happened to look exactly like Azazel back in world, stood over the baby with his wrist held out, though no blood dripped from it.

"Dean Winchester." Azazel stated with no hesitation.

"How do you know what I am?" Dean held up the Colt, his posture straight and correct, wanting to know how and why this demonic presence knew who he really was.

"All demons know of dimension travelers. So do all the Angels. And we all know that dimension travelers can only happen due to one angelic being. The Donum Vivificantem. Grants only the best, correct?" Azazel sneered. He had yet to turn around and face Dean but Dean didn't care.

"And, you foiled my plans tonight, Dean." Azazel continued. "I planned to make this child one of my special children but I guess that's not going to happen, is it?" Silence answered him.

"So, instead. I'm just gonna do the end product instead. Ignite the place up." And with that Azazel was gone with a flash and Dean cursed. He ran over to the crib and lifted the baby up gently. He cradled it's head and shushed it. He looked out the window and saw that the parents were arguing with Jim while Jim was trying his best to calm them. Dean stomped down the stairs and out the door and handed the parents the baby. Sophie took the baby and cooed at it and checked it for injuries.

A large 'BOOM' sounded from behind them and the four flinched and ducked. Dean looked behind him to see the right part of the house, where the baby had been, ignited. Azazel's words came back to mind.

"I'm just gonna do the end product instead. Ignite the place up."

Dean whipped back around to the parents, who looked fearfully at Dean and Jim.

"Look, we need to know, was there anyone else in that house?!" Dean yelled hurriedly. He had lives to save damn it!

"Y-yes." Sophie stuttered. She cleared her throat and spoke somewhat more clearer but huskier with panic. "My other children. Brian, Olivia and Joyce. They're in-" Dean didn't stick around to see what she said. He ran to the door and stomped back up the stairs. He coughed as smoke went straight into his lungs. He jumped over the tiny flames that flicked through the baby's door and went to the rooms at the end of the hall. He knocked one down and entered a young girl's room. The girl who laid in the bed jumped straight up out of bed and stared at Dean fearfully.

"Look, you need to come with me. I can get you to safety." Dean coughed a couple of more times and held his hand out to the girl. She looked only to be about eight. She didn't know what to do.

"Please. I need to get you out of here. Before we all die." He said and that seemed to do the trick and the young girl took his hand and he lifted her into his arms and tucked her head into the spot between his neck and shoulder.

"Sir? Whe-where is Livy?Bri-bri? Ken'dy? Mommy and Daddy?" The girl-Joyce asked him from within his neck, her breathe tickling him.

"Your mom, dad, and brother are safe. Where's your brother at?" He asked softly, trying not to scare the girl.

"He's in the room across from mine." She answered, her voice muffled. He jogged, trying not to jostle the girl in his arms, and pushed open the door with his shoulder. A young boy, not probably older than 12, stood in the corner of the room, his eyes flickered with panic and distress. He looked sharply at Dean who held his sister.

"Son, we need to get out of here before the place goes down in flames." Brian must have known that Dean was a good guy, why else would he be helping him and his sister get out of the burning house. He went over to Dean, practically running and Dean picked him up too, although with a little bit more trouble. Brian practically wrapped himself into a pretzel around Dean and Dean maneuvered down the stairs with two children in his arms. He asked Brian as he was going down the steps, "Do you know where your other sister is, kid?"

Brian shook his head. "She isn't here. She went out on a date with her boyfriend." Dean nodded though the kid couldn't see him and all three of them made it out of the house and into the front yard before a 'KABOOM' was heard and the house collapsed on itself. Sophie and Joshua ran over to their children and hugged them tightly and reassuring themselves that they were okay. Joshua looked over at Dean and mouth, 'Thank you.' Dean nodded back and smiled a tiny smile and looked at the street.

Loads of people were gathered and among the people, one couple was making their way onto the yard.

"Mom!" The girl of the couple yelled. "Dad! Is everyone okay?"

"Olivia." Sophie smiled sadly. "Everyone's okay. This young man got everyone out in time. We owe him our lives." Understatement of the freaking century lady. Dean said in his mind.

The man of the couple stepped up.

"I'm glad everyone is okay, Mrs. Parkinson." A familiar voice said to Sophie.

"Sam Winchester?" Dean asked in disbelief.

"Son of a dog, Dean Harvelle?" Sam questioned him.

"The one and only." Dean smirked. "I'm guessing you're the lucky guy of Olivia's that Brian was talking about?"

Sam smiled down at Olivia. "The one and only." He repeated.

He had to give it to his brother. Olivia was smoking. Long, curly dark brown hair that hung in ringlets. Perfect doe eyes that were colored a deep rich brown color. Her makeup was natural, barely any caked on her. Just his brother's type.

Though, he should have expected that Sam would be related somehow to the YED. He should have fucking expected it.

Dean turned back to look at the burning pile that used to be a beautiful house less than fifteen minutes ago. Now as he stared at the flames, he swore he saw Azazel's body standing in the remains and a voice spoke in his head.

It's only a matter of time, Dean, before everything is just how it was in your world. Be prepared. Because we're coming for you.

So. How was this chapter? I liked it. Because no one died! And I had to make Sam related to the family somehow. I just had to.

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